Then I gave up calling; and presently the low, warbling sound was repeated, and I knew that Rima was somewhere near me.
"Rima, where are you ?" I called.
"Rima, where are you ?" came the answer.
"You are behind the tree." "You are behind the tree." "I shall catch you, Rima." And this time, instead of repeating my words, she answered: "Oh no." I jumped up and ran round the tree, feeling sure that I should find her.
It was about thirty-five or forty feet in circumference; and after going round two or three times, I turned and ran the other way, but failing to catch a glimpse of her I at last sat down again.
"Rima, Rima!" sounded the mocking voice as soon as I had sat down.
"Where are you, Rima?
I shall catch you, Rima! Have you caught Rima ?" "No, I have not caught her.

There is no Rima now.

She has faded away like a rainbow--like a drop of dew in the sun.

I have lost her; I shall go to sleep." And stretching myself out at full length under the tree, I remained quiet for two or three minutes.

Then a slight rustling sound was heard, and I looked eagerly round for her.